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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
ABC,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.