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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 New York Dolls to the disco 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.