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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 David Bowie to the jazz 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Magma,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.