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 Suriname and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the grunge 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.