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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Qualms,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.