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 Benin and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fuzztones to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.