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 Kenya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Cybotron to the techno 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.