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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.