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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Ituana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.