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 Japan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.