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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.