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 Azerbaijan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Minny Pops to the disco 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.