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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Scion,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.