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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bush Tetras to the dance 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Index,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.