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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lakeside to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Index,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
MC5,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.