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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stetsasonic to the rap 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.