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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.