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 Romania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.