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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.