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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.