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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Ludus,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.