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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Mars,
10cc,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Visage,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.