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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.