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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.