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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Real Kids to the funk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.