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 Honduras and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD to the jazz 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.