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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.