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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fifty Foot Hose 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.