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 Somalia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.