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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Television,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Crime,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.