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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Tremeloes to the grime 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Slave,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.