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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.