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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.