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 Gabon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.