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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gun Club to the grunge 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.