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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.