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 Antigua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jandek to the electroclash 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.