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 Mexico and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.