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 Indonesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Crime,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.