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 Mali and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Ituana to the electroclash 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
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.