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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.