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 Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.