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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.