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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.