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 Cameroon 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.