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 Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.