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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.