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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.