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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 spring reverb 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
cv313,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.