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 Belgium and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a 808 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Nas,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.