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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.