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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.