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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 David McCallum to the rap 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.