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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.