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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.