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 Angola and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Martian to the grime 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.