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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Glenn Branca to the grime 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.