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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Magazine to the techno 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.