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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Moby Grape to the disco 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.