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 Mauritania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Japan,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.