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 Canada and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.