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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Yellowson to the rap 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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?
Neu!,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.