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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 World's Most to the rap 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
X-101,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
Can,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.