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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.