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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 H. Thieme to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Visage,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.