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 the UAE and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Warsaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.