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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Q65 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
The Leaves,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.