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 Spain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Janne Schatter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.