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 Kenya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Index,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.