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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Angels of Light to the rock 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.