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 Sierra Leone and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 jazz 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
CMW,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
The Remains,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.