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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.