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 Cape Verde 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.