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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Second Layer to the techno 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.