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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Mars,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.