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 Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.