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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Trumans Water to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.