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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.