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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.