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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.