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 Armenia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.