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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
MC5,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Crime,
UT,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.