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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express to the rock 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.