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 Albania and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
CMW,
Alphaville,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.