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 Slovakia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Whodini to the electroclash 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.