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 Haiti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jeru the Damaja 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.