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 Malawi and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.