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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Accadde A to the funk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.