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 Chile and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.