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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.