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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.