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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.