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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare to the grime 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.