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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.