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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 48th St. Collective to the punk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
The Names,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.