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 Lebanon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Wire to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.