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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.