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 Peru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selecter to the disco 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.