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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.