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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Franke,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.