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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 UT to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.