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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 One Last Wish to the techno 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.