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 Indonesia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.