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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Trux to the grunge 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.