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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.