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 Andorra and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.