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 Uganda and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-101 to the rap 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.