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 Malaysia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 The Cramps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.