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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Buckinghams to the grime 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.