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 Philippines and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Nico,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.