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 Egypt and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Terry Callier to the techno 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.