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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Hoover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.