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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Cymande,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.