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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Chrome,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.