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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a clarinet 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.