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 Algeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.