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 Guyana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 London and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.