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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bush Tetras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.