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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.