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 Japan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.