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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Pus to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.