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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Move to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.