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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Symarip to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.