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 Poland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
ABC,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.