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 Burundi and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.