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 Laos and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Nas,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.