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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June Days to the techno 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.