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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 mellotron and a linndrum 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.