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 Burundi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.