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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Television,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.