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 Benin and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Suicide to the dance 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Index,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.