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 Iraq and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.