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 Dominica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.