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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
Wire,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.