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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.