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 Hungary and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.