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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.