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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.