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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.