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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.