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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Moebius to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.