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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.