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 Grenada and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.