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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minny Pops to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.