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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Soft Machine 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.