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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nirvana to the rap 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.