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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.