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 Uganda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.