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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.