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 Israel and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.