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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.