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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy to the crunk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.