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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.