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 Georgia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Q65,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.