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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Subhumans to the jazz 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.