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 Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
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 linndrum 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.