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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.