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 Guyana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 güiro and a 808 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.