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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Blackbyrds to the rap 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.