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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.