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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Enemy to the rap 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Cameo,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.