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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nico to the rock 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.