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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Newcleus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.