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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.