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 Palau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a harpsichord 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.