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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Grauzone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.