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 Gambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.