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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.