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 Nepal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Houston and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
This Heat,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.