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 Russia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.