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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.