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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magazine to the funk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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?
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.