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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.