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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.