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 Dominica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
UT,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.