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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.