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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lyres to the jazz 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.