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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.