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 Palau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lalann to the crunk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a marimba 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
The Index,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.