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 Philippines and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.