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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Charles Mingus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.