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 Honduras and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.