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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.