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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacques Brel to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Can,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.