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 China and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 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?
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.