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 Antigua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sandy B to the jazz 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.