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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the punk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.