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 Turkey and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.