Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DJ Style to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.