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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.