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 Andorra and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.