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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.