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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.