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 Kenya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.