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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the grime 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Main Source,
Franke,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.