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 Somalia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.