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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
The Litter,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.