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 South Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABBA to the grunge 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a marimba 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.