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 Paraguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.