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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Can,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
The Victims,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.