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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Association to the punk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Hoover,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.