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 Bangladesh and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.