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 Austria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.