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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the electroclash 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.