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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.