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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the dance 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.