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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.