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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Swans,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.