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 Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.