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 Thailand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.