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 Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a rhodes 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.