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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.