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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.