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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 The Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
Faust,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.