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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.