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 Slovenia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
ABC,
cv313,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.