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 Korea South and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Kas Product 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a sitar 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.