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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Smog to the rock 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.