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 Bhutan 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.