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 Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an organ 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.