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 Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.