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 Kenya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
UT,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.