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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.