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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.