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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach to the punk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.