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 Bhutan 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 kango's stein massive to the rock 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.