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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.