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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a rhodes 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
World's Most,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.