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 Tonga and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the funk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.