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 Benin and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Au Pairs to the grime 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.