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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 David Axelrod to the dance 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.