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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 The Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.