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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a snare 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?
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Can,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.