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 Norway and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.