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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
JFA,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.