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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Leaves to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.