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 Togo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Technova,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.