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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Livin' Joy to the funk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
MC5,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.