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 Estonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.