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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.