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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.