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 Suriname and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.