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 Jordan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Arab on Radar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.