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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the techno 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.