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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.