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 Australia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blackbyrds to the funk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.