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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a marimba 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.