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 Oman and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.