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 Netherlands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Nas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.