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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the punk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.