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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Pole,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.