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 France and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Hashim,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
ABC,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.