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 Suriname and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.