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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.