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 Russia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.