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 Korea North and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.