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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.