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 Chad and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 DJ Style to the punk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Organ,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.