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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Liliput to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.