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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
DNA,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.