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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.