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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.