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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Motions,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.