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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bad Manners to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.