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 Togo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.