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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Slave,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.