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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
10cc,
Jandek,
The Sound,
This Heat,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.