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 Moldova and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.