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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.