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 Mauritania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Animal Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Suicide,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.