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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.