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 Sweden and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Symarip to the punk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Pylon,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.