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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.