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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.