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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.