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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doors to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Index,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.