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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Robert Görl 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.