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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 synthesizer and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Index,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.