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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.