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 Mali and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Anakelly to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.