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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.