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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Magma,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.