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 Israel and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.