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 Kenya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.