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 Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Paris and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rod Modell to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.