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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.