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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Stooges,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.