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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.