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 Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.