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 Burkina and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.