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 Cuba and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The New Christs to the rap 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
cv313,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.