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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.