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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.