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 Yemen and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Japan,
10cc,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.