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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
June Days,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.