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 Germany and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the disco 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.