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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Oneida,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.