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 Kosovo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.