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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 New Age Steppers to the techno 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.