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 Senegal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Cymande to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.