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 Serbia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hoover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.