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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mandrill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.