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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 JFA to the rock 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.