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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Holt to the punk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.