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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
10cc,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.