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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Sneak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.