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 Jordan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the funk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.