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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.