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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.