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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cybotron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.