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 South Africa and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.