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 Chile and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.