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 Djibouti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Maurizio to the rap 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.