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 Bahrain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the jazz 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.