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 Israel and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.