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 Italy and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joe Finger to the disco 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.