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 Guyana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.