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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Average White Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.