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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.