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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.