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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bobby Womack to the rock 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.