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 Barbados and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.