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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tomorrow to the rock 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and an organ 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.