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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.