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 Cambodia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Bang On A Can to the grime 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.