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 Croatia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.