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 Liberia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DJ Style to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Pole,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.