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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 The Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Liliput,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.