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 Honduras and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Donald Byrd to the disco 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a 808 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.