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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Neon Judgement to the crunk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.