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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
10cc,
David Bowie,
Brick,
The Names,
Lalann,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.