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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.