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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Wings,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.