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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.