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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sherman. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.