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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.