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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.