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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a synthesizer 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
the Swans,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Index,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Nico,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.