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 Algeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Liliput,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
MC5,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.