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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 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 Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.