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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Star Department to the punk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.