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 Monaco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.