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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
Television,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.