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 Colombia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.