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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.