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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Severed Heads to the crunk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Pole,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.