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 Portugal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.