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 Egypt and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.