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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Qualms to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.