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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.