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 Canada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 John Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
CMW,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.