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 Thailand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.