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 Norway and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 The Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.