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 Egypt and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 LL Cool J to the punk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Swans,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.