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 Austria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.