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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Q65,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.