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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.