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 China and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
PIL,
UT,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
The Index,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.