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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.