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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Fear,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.