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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.