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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
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.