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 Senegal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.