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 Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
EPMD,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.