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 Netherlands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.