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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.