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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a clarinet 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.