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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.