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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.