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 Armenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.