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 Brunei and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.