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 Kuwait and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the crunk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Zapp,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.