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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a snare 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Suicide,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.