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 Gabon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.