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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.