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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Wake 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
The Index,
Index,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.