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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.