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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.