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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Gong,
The Martian,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.