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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Modern Lovers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.