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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cowsills to the disco 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.