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 Botswana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Moby Grape to the jazz 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
X-101,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.