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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Names to the rap 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.