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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
X-102,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.