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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 mellotron and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Television,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.