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 Panama and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.