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 Suriname and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.