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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Moleskins to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.