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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tom Boy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.