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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.