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 Burundi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.