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 Poland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.