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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.