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 Namibia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Boredoms 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.