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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-102 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.