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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.