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 Canada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.