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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bronski Beat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.