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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Television,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
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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.