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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.