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 Korea North and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Index,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.