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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.