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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.