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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
Crime,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.