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 Micronesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.