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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Hong Kong and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Velvet Underground to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.