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 Greece and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Brothers Johnson 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.