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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joy Division to the funk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.