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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Music Machine to the funk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.