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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.