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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Panda Bear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.