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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eric Dolphy 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.