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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 FM Einheit to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.