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 South Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.