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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.