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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 United States of America to the rock 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.