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 Mali and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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?
June of 44,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Japan,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.