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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Ronan,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.