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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the funk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.