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 Belarus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Q65,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.