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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Skarface to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.