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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Rekid to the disco 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Zapp,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.