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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.