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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hoover to the grunge 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an organ 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.