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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Star Department to the crunk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.