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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 The Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.