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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 mellotron 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.