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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Television,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Nas,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.