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 Chad and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Popol Vuh to the rock 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.