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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.