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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 The Smoke to the rap 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.