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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near to the electroclash 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.