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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Audionom,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.