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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.