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 Belarus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the rap 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.