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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.