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 Kenya and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.