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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.