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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Faust,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.