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 Andorra and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.