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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.