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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the funk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.