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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.