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 Serbia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.