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 Nauru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.