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 Djibouti and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.