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 Namibia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.