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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Delta 5 to the rock 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.