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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
X-102,
The Evens,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.