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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Con Funk Shun 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
New Order,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.