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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Little Man,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.