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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.