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 Greece and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.