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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.