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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a güiro 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.