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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.