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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Offenders to the disco 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.