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 Lebanon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mojo Men to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
10cc,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.