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 Zambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.