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 Malawi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.