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 Kazakhstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.