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 Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.