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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.