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 Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Fear,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Wings,
The Litter,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.