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 Spain and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Hashim,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
AZ,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.