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 France and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Deepchord to the grunge 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.