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 Latvia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the crunk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Mars,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.