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 Nepal and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Hoover,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.