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 Australia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Can,
UT,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.