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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.