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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Skriet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.