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 Poland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.