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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Eli Mardock to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.