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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.