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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.