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 Somalia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.