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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neu! to the jazz 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.