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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Little Man to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.