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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.