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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 DJ Style to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.