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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.