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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Inner City to the grime 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.