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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Sneak to the funk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.