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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Main Source to the techno 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.