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 Spain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 L. Decosne to the punk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.