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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.