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 Israel and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.