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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.