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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Derrick May to the funk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
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,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.