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 Malawi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.