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 Singapore and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.