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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.