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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul Sonic Force 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 theremin 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
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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.