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 Thailand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.