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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Camberwell Now to the dance 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.