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 Fiji and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cameo to the electroclash 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.