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 Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
10cc,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.