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 Colombia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.