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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a guitar 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.