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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Minor Threat to the techno 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.