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 Monaco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Count Five to the punk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
The Litter,
Monks,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.