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 Madagascar and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Accadde A to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.