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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Fear,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.