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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Normal to the crunk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.