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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 The Smiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.