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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Slackers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.