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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Fugazi to the grunge 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.