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 Brazil and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.