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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Index,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.