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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.