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 France and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a güiro 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.