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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.